I don't think you
would have recognized plum pudding under the name which they gave
it."
"What was it?" asked Frank curiously.
"Blom buden was the name given on the bill."
"I can spell better than that," said Charlie.
"We shall have to send you out among the Dutchmen as a
schoolmaster plenipotentiary," said Frank, laughing. "I hope the
'blom buden' was good in spite of the way it was spelt."
"Yes, it was very good."
"I don't believe it beat mother's," said Charlie.
"At your present rate of progress, Charlie, you won't leave room
for any," said Frank.
"I wish I had two stomachs," said Charlie, looking regretfully at
the inviting delicacies which tempted him with what the French
call the embarrassment of riches.
"Well done, Charlie!" laughed his mother.
Dinner was at length over. Havoc and desolation reigned upon the
once well-filled table.
In the evening, as they all sat together round the table, Maggie
climbed on Mr. Morton's knee and petitioned for a story.
"What shall it be about?" he asked.
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